A soft blush, barely noticable, formed on Bellatrix's cheeks before fading, her eyes following the retreating hand. How she wanted that hand to stay there...
"We do not, apparently." She replied, laying her head on her hand, propped on the back of the seat. "Ours are mostly always occupied, or some other such thing." A chuckle escaped her, "And it is almost always cold there, so I doubt it would do much."
"Eat me?" she raised an eyebrow, startled when Alice raised her wand and started a charm. She gasped as two cushions floated up and started to 'bite' her. Unsure what to do really, she batted at the cusions, trying to get them away but laughing all the while, easily drawing the gazes of others.